Saving money on your valet.

Finding street parking while living in the city can be a real bitch sometimes. Finding an opening the size of your tuna can car be damn impossible, and many times hampered by some overzealous piece-of-shit whom has decided a 3.5ft cushion is required between them and the car in front. You know the spot, lit-up as if God himself were navigating you to this spot. You try to squeeze in, reversing back, “nudgeing” the car behind you. There is even that moment when you believe you can push the car behind you backward, creating that extra room needed to push your front end over. Inevitably, you can’t fit; cars behind you are now lined up 12 deep, honking to get by. "If only this asshole could've parked correctly", you think to yourself. “Perhaps if I break his windows the mother fucker will park better next time.” Apart from the awesomeness of some unsuspecting dickbrain returning to see the windows of his leased Audi more like sand than glass, this seems like an unreasonable consequence for my inconvenience.

Until now.

Behold, a bumbersticker that can help shed some light to the offender. Shitty parkers of the world, beware. Next time I can’t park because of your incompetence, I will just slap one of these dandy’s smack-dab in the middle of your windshield. It will be like a citizens parking violation, that will server to inconvenience you, you smug faced bitch.

[iparklikeanidiot.com]